Getting sick really sucks when living in NYC. Yeah, I know it pretty much sucks anywhere you live and get sick, but it absolutely kills me when I am projectile vomiting across the streets of Manhattan. I’m the type that never really falls ill, so when it does happen it’s a total shock to my system. It’s not just the fact of feeling like dog poop, but it’s also knowing that I’m stuck inside for days while the world is going on outside my apartment in NYC. No matter how many years I have lived here now I still feel a certain rush of excitement when stepping out for the night whether it be for dinner, a movie, an event, hitting Central park, or just plain old bar hopping. Also, I just happened to get sick right when the weather changed and Spring poked it’s head out from behind the dreary doldroms of Winter’s grasp. So when we had a few nicer days out this past week I was literally nauseous green with envy as I languished in bed or just couch surfed for days while working from home. Also, I can’t forget the numerous misadventures to the vomitorium that used to be my bathroom. I swear that room looked like a scene from one of the Saw movies after I was done with it. Continue reading Projectile vomiting and getting sick in NYC!